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Part 4 TOWN POEM

Lonely people in the town,
all you see is frowns when you look around.

I see people losing jobs,
and gangs and mobs.

In New York City it's not easy,
when the Great Depression begins people lose heat and get freezy.

Just about everyone needs a job,
And the people who do, have no need to sob.

Store and Businesses going bankrupt,
And anarchy's begin to erupt.

People walk the streets like there's no hope,
Why shouldn't they if they can even afford to buy a bar of soap

Inside everyone knows to keep their heads high,
and eventually something good with fall out of the sky.

The savior i believe in is up there,
so please give him enough attention because he will share.

People losing jobs everyday,
but there is still now one to work for, for decent pay.